The rain when it falls
seeks permission from the earth
with thundering calls
and the air in my room
suddenly turns silent
I can hear blood rushing in my ears
clouds outside gather in hordes
the thrust of the crowd
pulls my heart over the bridge
that links our lonely togetherness
with my hands filled with showers
of bygone moments
that stretch through oceans and rivers
yawn in the wake of dreams
for a big splash in the puddle
on the road to memories
my hands make paper boats
from the poems written all along
and ask me to float…
